Chan Murders Novels & Stories

Her shoulders trembled. The prosecutor continued. "Forensic analysis shows the child didn't die instantly. If he had received timely medical treatment, his survival rate would have exceeded 70 percent. It was the defendant who personally prevented rescue efforts and directly caused her son's death. "This was not negligence, and it wasn't an accident. It was a premeditated murder. She simply killed the wrong person." Esther's lawyer had no response. In the end, the judge brought down the gavel. Esther Lawson was found guilty of intentional homicide and sentenced to 15 years in prison.

“She enjoyed the feeling of controlling everything, of playing everyone. She recorded the whole plan. “How she kidnapped and killed Chuck Lee. How she duplicated your fingerprints. How she had Chunk act as the pumpkin-headed killer, then knocked him out and staged it to make it look like you had imprisoned him. “And in the end, she turned herself in, claiming you had coerced her.” Marcus paused for a moment. “In the recording, she was laughing. She said you’d helped evil thrive, and that you deserved the same fate as the rest; that you should never be able to recover for the rest of your life.

That was why it did not matter if it was Mandy’s duty or for the sake of her good friend, Quinn, she had to arrest Chase as soon as possible! … It was half an hour later. Quinn was in a daze but snapped out of it when she heard an urgent knocking on the door. “Open up, Quinn! It’s me, Mandy!” She quickly stood up to open the door. “What’s wrong, Mandy?” Quinn looked a little pale, and she had a guess as to what had happened. Mandy said honestly, “The Little Rocky you can’t stop thinking about has killed again. This time, he killed Harlem Harrigan, the third son of the Harrigans. He twisted off Harlem’s head and took it with him.

She stopped at the end of the site where a link to a video was placed. Alice did not hesitate to click the video. It was an interview between Detective Sergio and a female reporter. The cop looked younger and more stern, but the air of confidence and strictness was still there. The female reporter, on the other hand, had sweats falling through her blue blouse. “Was it true that the Warrens are the main suspects for the murders?” the reporter asked. The younger Detective Sergio nodded and licked his lips. “Based on the forensic results, yes. Their fingerprints are found in the knife used to stab the Rocco brothers.”

My head hurts from what is happening to me. The day after. I'm getting ready to go to work. Anyway, I am Detective Namih Chan, from the Violence Crimes Bureau (VCB), a 28-year-old. My parents both died, someone killed them to be exact. Murdered by an anonymous person. Two years ago, I still haven't gotten justice. They are both involved in the business industry. They are both Chinese, and of course, I am pure Chinese too, but a pure hearted Filipina. I was raised here in the Philippines.

“If I didn’t have to go into the damn club alone, things would be different.” “You did run, I saw you from our ambush spot.” Thana retorted boredly as she cleaned under her nails with a dagger. “General Nerine is right you didn’t return with us, so where were you?” I had divided the group into five two-man teams, Bryja and Sáta were in charge of transportation, Reva and I were to find and lead the target to the ambush the others were setting up. The other teams covered the perimeter, setting up an ambush so we could capture him.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

"In the past, I was able to drive a wedge between the Landry and Lynch families, so much so that they were so busy fighting with each other, the Quinn family managed to get a head start in accumulating our wealth… "If I could do that in the past, I can do that now as well!" "Granny." After Malcolm and Heather left, Hunter, who had been hiding in the corner of the room, emerged. "Granny, I heard from the police station that… "When I killed that woman, I…seemed to have left a fingerprint behind." Granny Quinn narrowed her eyes. "Which finger?" "My right index finger…" Granny Quinn glanced impassively at his right hand and said, "Butler, please find something to cut off Master Quinn's right ind

Riley sighed and said, “Alright. But at least tell me why you want to check on her.” “Can’t you do anything without asking about it?” Xander roared with annoyance, his expression unsightly. “Just assign someone to follow her closely. I don't want her to fall into any problem. Do you hear me?” “Okay, I understand.” This time, Riley didn’t oppose him as he sensed danger. “Is there any news from city M?” Xander asked fiercely. "Oh, yes... The investigating officer in the Charles murder case raided the Devil's den with O'Neil." Riley replied promptly, “But the Devil managed to escape. Many of his men were murdered in a shooting. Two of them get caught, but they committed suicide by consuming cya

Aaron informed him, watching the group of people gathered trying to see what was going on behind the yellow tape. "This scene seems familiar." Chad suddenly said, drawing Aaron's attention away from the group. "It is?" He asked his partner who didn't respond to the question. Aaron begged God for patience to deal with his frustrating partner. "In LA, there were three murders, all females. The killer specialized in cutting people up like parts to be used in a sacrifice. I actually admired how clean he could be, doing something this delicate and not leaving a single trace of himself.... splendid, isn't it?" Chad turned his light grey eyes to Aaron's baby dark blue eyes. Aaron gave himself a men